We are each just a group of atoms, connecting to our world perceived by these bodies and these laws of physics, but with our imprint and history as deep as the universe. You are not your body, the fingers of your hands. Theories of prosperity are an illusion and time itself has fooled you into thinking it is a part of you but you are timeless. Only love, that which is intangible, connects us to each other, is the fabric of the universe. And I'm grateful to be part of it but I'm nothing on my own.
We are each just a group of atoms, connecting to our world perceived by these bodies and these laws of physics, but with our imprint and history as deep as the universe. You are not your body, the fingers of your hands. Theories of prosperity are an illusion and time itself has fooled you into thinking it is a part of you but you are timeless. Only love, that which is intangible, connects us to each other, is the fabric of the universe. And I'm grateful to be part of it but I'm nothing on my own.